« Passion. It lies in all of us, sleeping, waiting & though unwanted, it will stir, open its jaws & howl. It speaks to us, guides us. Passion rules us all & we obey. It'is the joy of love, the clarity of hatred & the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace but we would be hollow. Empty rooms shuttered & dank. Without passion we'd be truly dead »